SABRE, now on her feet, is moving around the MAP TABLE, using the MAP CASE in her other hand to indicate the STERN COUCH to PAYNE.

1. SABRE: Have a seat.
2. SABRE: Ask your men to divest themselves of their weapons outside and join you.

PAYNE, somewhat — if quietly — indignant.

3. PAYNE: You ask too much.

SABRE looks like she’s genuinely considered that, but decided he’s wrong.

4. SABRE: Do I? In exchange for your life?
5. SABRE: You keep strange accounts, sir. To me, it is an eminently fair trade.

SABRE straightens her aim, pistol dead on PAYNE’S HEAD.

6. SABRE: I would urge you to reconsider.